Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2011 16:17:19 -0500
From: z z
Subject: Massage with Straight Jay (bisexual story)
After a crazy month as an account manager in an advertising agency, I was
nearing my limit. Working 16 hour days, no lunch breaks, exceptional
stress levels, and a super demanding client were all combining to make me
an absolute mess. My body felt like it had been crammed inside an airtight
container for way too long... I needed some `me' time. At 36 years old, I
was used to spending more time in the gym than my schedule had allowed me
during this past month, and I felt that my muscles really needed to be
woken up.
I've been a workaholic all of my life. Hours with a therapist I saw briefly
a few years ago seemed to conclude that I was trying to fill some unspoken,
subconscious void in my life with stupid amounts of work. Sure, I was doing
well at the agency, and was their top account manager, but I knew it was
probably overkill when even the owner repeatedly told me to `take it down a
notch' and take more vacation time.
But this morning's client meeting was still fresh in my mind, as I think it
had been the first time that I felt like I was either going to pass out
from exhaustion, or slap the arrogant client out of frustration. Yup...I
was definitely nearing my limits.
I told my assistant not to disturb me for the next hour, and closed the
door to my office. I wasn't quite sure what I needed, I just knew that I
needed something physical and relaxing for myself. I'm 5'10, 165, in good
shape with a runner's build and great tone. I turned to my computer, opened
up Craigslist, and started scanning online ads in the "therapeutic massage"
section. In the past, I've always gone to women for massages at my
chiropractor's office... thought that today I needed the stronger hands of
a male and my brother-in-law had mentioned that he found some great
therapists by checking online.
My attention was piqued when I saw an ad for a massage guy whose place
seemed to be pretty close to my office. He seemed to meet all of my
criteria: he noted that he worked on a massage table, which is mandatory
for me. I once had a massage from a masseuse who worked on a sloppy futon
bed, and I swore never to do that again - I think I left more tense that
time than when I walked in. This guy's ad also stated that he did deep
bodywork, offered 90 minute sessions, and had great experience.
This guy interestingly noted that he was a model, which seemed a little
weird to me, considering that it was posted under the therapeutic massage
categories. Part of me wondered if it might have been his way of attracting
more female clients... but then part of me wondered if it might have been
his way of attracting gay or bisexual male clients . Like I said, I've
never had a massage from a male before, and actually hadn't had any m2m
contact except for some circle jerks back in high school.
Not wanting to lose the momentum of this moment, I immediately e-mailed
"Jay" to see if was available for later that day. I continued to scan some
other ads, and tried to contact the strong-looking Hungarian female massage
therapist whose hands looked like meat hooks. When I noticed a response in
my inbox from Jay, I was surprised when I felt a small smile creep across
my face.
Turns out that he was available to see me within the hour, as another
client had reportedly canceled. We exchanged a few quick e-mails,
confirming his apartment number and a few other details. He asked about
previous massage experience, injuries, age, and general health profile. My
assistant was startled when I told her I was leaving for the rest of the
day, and it was only 4 pm.... but I think she knew that I was close to
imploding. I quickly showered in the office gym facilities, and made my
way over to Jay's place.
It was with a weird mixture of excitement and apprehension that I buzzed up
to his apartment. I'm generally totally in control of myself in any
situation that I find myself in, but for some reason today, everything felt
a little tentative, as I kept mentally scanning back to the details of this
massage guy's ad. He actually didn't speak over the intercom, but just
buzzed me in. Damn, I hoped this wasn't a huge mistake.
Jay met me at his apartment door with a huge grin and an amazing
handshake. Easy to see why this guy could model. He was stunning. He was a
little shorter than me at 5'8, with startling blue eyes, short brown hair,
a trimmed goatee, and beautifully tanned skin. He was wearing a tight white
T-shirt that showed off his incredible chest, biceps, triceps...and loose
grey cotton pants. I would say he was in his mid-20s.
He led me into his massage room, which was an incredibly warm and sun
filled atrium at the front of his apartment, overlooking the lake. I did
notice a few clues in the place that lead me to believe he lived with a
woman (high-heels under the coffee table, make-up on the kitchen
counter...). He asked me again if I had any health concerns that he should
be aware of, and then gave me a glass of cool water to sip on. He seemed
completely relaxed and comfortable with himself, and there was no sexual
energy in the room from him. I, on the other hand, found him incredibly
attractive and wondered how I would be able to keep myself under control
while under his hands. Again, I've spent most of my adult life in bed with
sporadic girlfriends, who always seemed to tire of my busy work life,
although a couple of them had told me my lack of interest in them sexually
had left them feeling less than desirable. I never knew quite how to
respond to those kinds of comments.
Anyway, Jay closed the blinds in the massage room and told me to undress to
my comfort level, pointing to a hanger on the back of the door for my
clothes. He told me to lie face down on the table when undressed, and then
he went out, softly closing the door behid him as he went. It wasn't until
after he had left that I realized there was no draping sheet on the massage
table...just a fitted bottom sheet. Damn, how the hell was I going to
manage not reacting as he worked my body? I've always popped a hard-on when
getting massaged by women, but could at least hide it under a sheet. Now my
hard cock would be flapping in the wind if I did pop wood. Was it just me
or was it getting warmer in here?
I quickly jumped out of my suit, and plopped myself down on the table,
stomach down, as he had instructed. A few minutes later, Jay knocked on the
door and came back into the room. I kept reminding myself that I was there
for relaxation, and not to keep obsessing about this very hot young man
kneeding my muscles.
He told me that he had been training locally for massage therapy, but
started travelling with modelling contracts internationally, so had quit
school. He was now back in Toronto after 2 years of crazy travel, and
wanted to get back into massage school to finish his last year. In the
meantime, these massages were paying bills, even though he apologized that
he couldn't give me a legit receipt for insurance purposes. I didn't care –
I just needed my muscles worked over. He said that his girlfriend was the
one who had encouraged him to start advertising on-line, so in deed, Jay
was a straight boy. I just contented myself with the thought that I was
about to get a good, well-deserved massage.
He turned off the overhead lights, lit what must have been a dozen pillared
candles, set up his I-Pod to what turned out to be a great chilled jazz
set, and got to work. He placed both hands on my middle back, took 3 or 4
deep breaths in, and then instructed me to follow his breathing pattern. I
already started to feel less tense, and made a conscious decision to just
let myself go and not think about anything for the next 90 mins. Who cared
if my bubble butt was in view for all to see? This guy was a professional,
and had given me know clue that this would anything but a great,
professional massage.
He started on my lower back, working with deep, flowing movements up into
my middle back. He worked the left side, then crossed to the other side of
the table and did the same on the left side. His work was very fluid and
deep, and he would slow to give extra attention to particularly tight
muscles around my shoulder blades. Next he seemed to get down on his knees
and work my left, then right, arm...efficiently and effectively pulling the
tension out of my muscled biceps and triceps. He did great work on my hands
too, which no other massage therapist had done before.
Through the whole in the headrest, I could see his beautiful feet, and
found myself almost laughing at loud at the fact that I had even NOTICED
his feet?? What was going on here? In his deep yet mellow voice, he asked
me if I was doing ok so far. I mumbled a "yes, mate" and realized that this
was the most relaxed I had been in months. I was totally content.
He moved from my upper torso and, after oiling his hands again, moved to my
legs. Years of cycling have given me great legs and glutes, but they've
also been my most sensitive areas. I was pleased when he started at my left
foot, moving up my calf, and then onto the hamstring. His touch was never
tentative or nervous; he approached each muscle group with
determination. But damn if he wasn't making a huge "c" out of both of his
hands and running them all the way up the outside and inside of my leg,
right into the space between my leg and balls?! It felt so good, and I knew
I was going to get hard in a second. Yup. That's all it took. One second
later, I felt the blood surge into my flaccid dick that was pointing south
between my legs. He kept at it, really getting in there, and I couldn't
help from getting goose bumps whenever he accidentally touched my
scrotum. This went on for a good 5 minutes...he was driving me insane.
He took his hands off my legs, took a gulp of water from his water bottle,
and then brought his hands down onto my ass cheeks with renewed vigor. This
straight guy was kneading my buttocks like they were mounds of dough he was
very angry with. Occasionally, he'd grab both at the same time so that my
crack was open and exposed to air for a few seconds and I thought I'd shoot
right then and then. My cock was chafing against the table underneath me,
and I didn't know how to stop the oncoming orgasm. Did I even want to stop
it?
As if reading my thoughts, Jay abruptly stopped his work on my ass. I
actually heard myself exhale a huge sigh, as I has been apparaently holding
my breathe. I was just about to thank him for the most satisfying massage
when he casually said, "ok, I'd like for you to roll onto your back so I
can continue the front".
My heart skipped a beat. How in the hell was I supposed to roll over and
have this straight but see my hard-on. I delayed a few seconds by
pretending to stretch my arms, while thinking of old ladies in cold
showers, but that erection was NOT going down. Well, I rationalized that
since he didn't cover me with a sheet to begin with, then he was maybe used
to seeing an occasional hard-on. He asked me again to roll over...and so,
while keeping my eyes shut so as to not see his expression, I flipped onto
my back and felt my cock spring up from my stomach and point towards the
stars. Damn, this was awkward.
Jay didn't seem to notice. Well, at least he didn't comment on my dick as
he started working my pecs. It was just then that I realized I was leaking
pre-cum. This could NOT get more embarrassing. I could feel its cool
wetness slide down my shaft and start to puddle in what remains of my
trimmed pubes. Jay finished the pecs, and moved on to my abdomen, which by
this time, was heaving with excitement and fear. But again, he just kept on
massaging me, seemingly oblivious to my state of near-explosion.
And just when I thought things could not get more intense...they did. He
moved from my abs down onto both sides of my upper thighs at the same time,
doing long strokes from my stomach to my thighs repetitively. My cock was
bobbing to the left, then to the right, then to the left. It even slapped
him in the wrist one, and I'm sure that left a smudge of pre-cum on him. I
felt the beginning of the orgasm once again, and knew I was not going to be
able to stop this geyser when all of a sudden, he stops and says "I hope
you enjoyed your massage. Nameste." And then he was out the door?!!? What
the hell??
I gripped my cock with my right hand and blew what must have been the
biggest load in years after about 3 strokes. I covered my abs and pecs, and
one shot landed on the corner of my mouth. It was such an incredible
release, especially after that amazingly deep massage.
I soaked up the cum in a handful of tissues, and quickly got dressed before
Jay came back to ask how I had enjoyed it. This guy was so chilled out. I
told him that it was probably the best massage I had ever had (it so was!)
and complimented him on the deep work he had done. I paid him, and added an
insane tip, as he lead me to the front door. His smile was sincere and
warm, and when he said that he would welcome me back for another visit, I
told him he could count on it.
I got outside and leaned against the wall. What the hell just happened? A
straight guy just spent 90 mins prodding every muscle and crevice of my
body, but seemingly without sexual intent. I had spent most of the last 45
mins hard as a rock, leaking like a sieve? Was it supposed to go further?
Did I want it to go further? I decided I was too zombied out to think
clearly and stumbled home.
A week passed. I had to go back...as I had almost convinced myself I had
imagined the whole thing. I called Jay up on a Saturday morning, and he
said that he could see me at noon, as his girlfriend had a yoga class then
and the place would be free. I showered, whacking one out while in there,
so to lessen the chances of me popping wood during the massage.
I showed up at Jay's place right on time. And damn it, it was a total
repeat of the first massage!